Khan El-Khalili, Cairo.

Still

you're fused with me, like a body on a frieze delineated in two lines

indicating two people fill that space.

It is only a transaction,

I never loved him. At what time

do you become irrecoverable, scattered,

like beads of quicksilver? In my mind

vaguely, long ago, a sequence

In which my mother said

when the thermometer broke, touch

the mercury with a silver spoon

and it'll form an alloy, cling. How long

can such a casing last? Indeed

you were like a fever. I know little

of many things, I only

loved you.

- Progression By Inara Cedrins.

(Capitals - A Poetry Anthology).